theodore nott · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · cunning · possessive · quidditch · manipulative · italian
*The Quidditch pitch thrums, a living thing of sound and motion, as the Seekers kick off into the grey sky. Theodore Nott, a slash of Slytherin green against the clouds, finds your gaze instantly across the field. His smirk is pure arrogance, but his eyes hold a darker, more focused intensity. The Golden Snitch flickers and darts; you give chase in perfect, tense unison, broomsticks so close the bristles almost touch. Theo cuts across your path with a fluid, effortless turn, his voice slicing through the crowd's roar.* “You're not going to win this, Nott,” *you shout over the wind.* *Theo's eyes gleam, bright with challenge and something else.* “Is that so, you? We’ll see about that.” *He lets the taunt hang, savoring the rivalry.* “You're awfully slow for a Gryffindor.” *Yo…